Chapter 686 - 223: The Blood Angels - ! Slaughtering Through the 99th Galaxy! The Terror of the Savage Beast Fragments

Chapter 686: Chapter 223: The Blood Angels Chapter! Slaughtering Through the 99th Galaxy! The Terror of the Savage Beast Fragments

"When the time comes, you’ll be the first we settle the score with!"

"That’s right! A reckoning for the 118th!"

"A reckoning for the 118th!"

A terrifying pressure, like four boundless Star Seas, bore down on the 118th Star System’s formation from four directions, crushing them mercilessly.

The expressions on Zhou Li, Li Yinghong, and Chu Yunxiao’s faces instantly turned grim.

Behind them, the millions of Martial Artists were so oppressed by the immense pressure—a force collectively generated by seventy to eighty Infinite Sea experts and nearly ten million at the River Realm—that their very formation began to waver.

This was an open conspiracy.

This was naked bullying, brandishing the "greater good" as a weapon.

The Martial Artists of the 118th Star System were filled with indignation and rage, but they were powerless to refute it.

Because their opponents were speaking the truth.

Under the Sword of Damocles that was the Betting Order—an edict that could decide the fate of all—any action that hindered the goal of "improving one’s strength as quickly as possible" was tantamount to betraying the entire faction.

This negotiation and pressurization, conducted in the name of the "greater good," dragged on for another day.

Finally, two full years after the Martial Artists first discovered the Barbaric Beast Graveyard, the 118th Star System was forced to abandon its final holdout.

Their defensive line reluctantly parted, opening up the central path to the dark red star.

After two long years, a consensus was finally reached.

All Martial Artists would enter together.

When the time came, the nearly one hundred Infinite Sea-level experts would feast on the most succulent flesh.

And the remaining ten million River Realm Martial Artists could follow behind to drink the boiling hot soup.

Although the faces of every Martial Artist from the 118th Star System were etched with unwillingness, they ultimately could not fight against the overwhelming momentum of the four-system alliance.

"Prepare to enter!"

An unknown voice roared out the command.

Like volcanoes suppressed for two years, the energy within the tens of millions of Martial Artists began to surge wildly.

The engines of their power armor let out low rumbles. All manner of weapons were gripped tightly in their hands. Every gaze was locked onto the giant star ahead, which pulsed like a demon’s heart.

However, at that very last moment—

VMMMM—!!!!

A terrifying spatial fluctuation, far grander and more heart-stopping than any previous teleportation, appeared without any warning!

In the distant vacuum of space to the right of the Martial Artists, space itself seemed to be viciously kneaded and pulled by an invisible giant hand. It twisted and folded violently, finally forming a massive vortex so deep it could swallow light itself!

The next second, the core of the vortex abruptly expanded!

Millions of Martial Artist silhouettes emerged from the distorted space as if from thin air, like a flood bursting through a dam.

Their formation was neat and uniform, their silence deadly. They formed an incredibly stark contrast to the disorganized allied forces before them.

At the forefront of this army were dozens of terrifying figures whose auras had also reached the Infinite Sea Realm!

As for the rest of the millions of Martial Artists, even the weakest among them were all at the River Realm!

An immense military presence—cold, solid, and as oppressive as a mountain or a prison—swept over them, making everyone present feel a soul-deep sense of suffocation.

However, the most eye-catching feature was not this massive army.

It was the sole, absolute center, hovering at the very front of the formation.

It was a Martial Artist clad in golden power armor.

The main body of his power armor was a brilliant gold, but it was adorned with dark red patterns on the pauldrons, chest plate, and joints that flowed like fresh blood.

Most striking of all were the gigantic wings unfurled behind him, constructed from the purest light and so holy they seemed otherworldly.

The wings beat gently, scattering countless motes of light, as if they could purify all the evil in the Cosmos.

He had long, brilliant golden hair and a face of breathtaking beauty, yet he was not the least bit effeminate. On the contrary, he radiated masculinity and majesty. Simply by standing there, he exuded a leadership charisma that inspired awe rather than jealousy, even in men.

"It’s the Blood Angels Chapter!"

Someone in the crowd cried out in alarm.

The name of this Warband resounded like thunder throughout the five star systems!

Legend had it that the Indestructible Projections constructed by all the core members of this Warband were those same iconic, holy wings.

It was a legacy, a Seal left behind to commemorate their founder—a great hero of the Empire who had fallen in its early days!

’Indestructible Projection...’

The moment the wings appeared, Qin Feng’s pupils constricted to pinpricks.

’...It can already manifest in reality!’

A storm raged in his heart!

The construction of an Indestructible Projection was a process of moving from the illusory to the real.

Only when at least thirty percent of its construction was complete could its form be partially projected from the pure Spirit Realm into the physical, material world!

This meant the man before him had already constructed at least thirty percent of his Indestructible Projection. Such progress was unbelievably fast!

Qin Feng estimated that he would rank among the top even in the greater war zone.

’And... the eyes of the millions behind him show absolute trust.’

’To command so many people, he must rely on more than just strength. His charisma, leadership, political skill... all of it has reached a pinnacle!’

’This person is terrifying!’